We all left in groups of twos and threes, headed for our cabins. Once each cabin group arrived in their cabin, the curtains were closed, the doors were barricaded, and we sat on the floor.
In hushed voices, our leaders encouraged us each to
Periodically someone would start quietly singing a hymn. If the others didn't know it, we tried to learn it. And then we prayed for the persecuted church.
We left our "Russian prayer meeting" still unable to empathize with our Russian brothers and sisters, but much more aware of what life, especially their corporate life of faith, might look like for them, and much more appreciative of the freedoms we take for granted, as we express our faith in this culture.
We also left our "Russian prayer meeting" woefully aware of how little of God's Word is hidden in our hearts.
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